Bound By Cage Box Set (Complete Series Books 1-4) : MMA Romance

by Brittany Crowley

  “Savvy, I want you so bad it hurts. I’ve been dreaming about the little noises you make. I still remember the way you taste, and I can’t wait any longer.”

  Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he starts at my ankle and kisses all the way up my leg. Leaning in, he licks slowly up the length of my pussy. I moan out his name as he continues his perusal, licking and sucking every inch of me. He licks every part of me but the one place I need him to pay attention to the most, so I grab his hair, trying to move his head. I know he’s playing with me when I hear his deep laugh. Putting me out of my misery, Zander finally puts the right amount of pressure on my clit and starts to circle it with his tongue.

  I moan when he adds a finger deep inside of me as he continues to suck on my clit. Incoherent words are leaving my mouth; I couldn’t even tell you my name right now. I grab his hair tighter, trying to pull him closer, begging him to give me what I need so desperately. Deepening the pressure on my clit, he adds a second finger and starts pumping them at a punishing pace.

  “Zander, yes, don’t stop. Right there,” I yell out.

  His fingers move faster and faster as I begin to shake. An intense orgasm that seems to go on and on takes over my body as I fall over the edge. Not letting up for a second, he continues pumping his fingers as his tongue speeds up even more, playing with my clit. A second orgasm I didn’t know was there surprises me, and I writhe and gasp for air. As the tremors subside and I come down from that phenomenal high, Zander works his way back up my body.

  “Baby, that was so fucking sexy.” He kisses me, making me taste myself on his tongue, and it’s so freaking hot. In the past, this would gross me out, but it has me at a new level of arousal I’ve never experienced before. Not caring that I’m spread out on my desk like a Thanksgiving dinner that he just devoured, all I can think to myself is that I want—no, need—more.

  Sitting up, I pull his shirt over his head, kissing and licking his body as I go. I pay special attention to his ink. I’m finally devouring his body, just like in my dreams. When I get to the belt of his pants, he grabs my hands and stops me.

  “We don’t have to if you’re not ready, Savvy. That right there was more than enough for me.”

  By the look of sincerity in his eyes, I know he’s telling the truth. Zander is making me fall for him even more and makes my decision that much easier.

  Giving him a smile, I begin to undo his belt. “If you don’t take your pants off and give me your cock, I can’t be held accountable for my actions, Mr. Cage.” He looks at me with a shocked expression but finishes undoing his belt.

  In record time, he pushes his jeans and black boxer briefs down his legs. He reaches for his wallet, pulls a condom out, and expertly rolls it on. I moan as I eye his cock, anticipating what’s to come. I reach out with my hand and grab it, making him groan low in his throat as I start stroking it up and down, nice and slow.

  Leaning over me, he grabs my ass, picks me up, and carries me over to the chair. He sits down so I’m straddling his lap, and I raise myself up as he lines his cock up with my pussy. He enters me, and I slowly slide down his length, stretching almost to the point of pain. When he’s all the way in, I give myself a moment to adjust to his size. Moving slowly, I begin to ride him. I just had two orgasms, yet I’m greedy for more. He places his hands on my hips and begins to direct my movements, lifting me up and then slamming me down onto his cock, faster and faster. He takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks hard. I feel like I’m on sensory overload with all of the sensations.

  I roll my hips before I drop down on his cock, which has him groaning out my name. Thrusting up into me, Zander’s cock hits a spot inside of me that I never thought possible.

  “That’s it, baby. Are you going to come again?” he asks while grunting. Nodding my head, I moan out his name.

  I throw my head back as the pleasure becomes too much, and I start to move at an erratic pace. Zander picks me up so I’m still connected to him, walks over to the couch, and lays me down. He takes over and starts to pound into me, the slapping of our skin all I can hear over our moaning. Reaching around, I squeeze his ass and pull, trying to get him closer.

  “I love the feeling of your pussy squeezing my cock. Come for me.” At his words, my pussy clenches, and my entire body erupts into another orgasm. I shout his name over and over as the waves of arousal wash over me.

  Zander draws out my orgasm, thrusting his hips at a punishing pace, making it feel never-ending. When his movements start to become erratic, I know he’s close.

  “Fuck,” Zander yells out. Thrusting once, twice, three times, he growls out my name and buries himself to the hilt. He collapses on top of me, our heavy breathing all I can hear.

  “Holy shit, baby,” Zander says in amazement. “That was the single most amazing experience of my life.” He looks straight into my eyes. “Thank you.” He leans in and kisses me passionately. I have nothing to say but am overcome with the emotions I feel for him.

  After a moment, he pulls out and takes care of the condom. He helps me with my clothes, and I feel grateful. I have never had a guy take such good care of me after sex. Usually, they roll over and fall asleep, never giving me the intimacy I crave when we’re done.

  We’re sitting on the couch in my office, and Zander has his arm around my shoulders while I rest my head on his chest.

  “I don’t want to leave my office,” I whisper.

  I want to stay here with Zander, without a care in the world. In here there is no fight, no work, and no celebrity life to deal with. It’s just the two of us wrapped up in each other, sharing this special moment that has solidified our relationship.

  “We should have discussed this beforehand, but in case we’re not on the same level, we’re going to give this relationship a go. You’re mine now.”

  How did I get so lucky to find this man? I swing my leg over him so that I’m straddling his legs. I run my fingers through his hair and pull him in for a kiss. As my tongue is about to enter his mouth, someone starts banging on the door.

  “You guys are eating cheesecake in there, aren’t you?” I hear Ashlyn yell. “Savvy only makes those noises when she has a nice, big, thick piece of cheesecake!” She starts to laugh.

  I bury my face in his chest as Zander begins to laugh. “Oh, you think this is funny?” I begin to tickle him. He starts to squirm and grabs my hands easily, holding them behind my back.

  “I told you the next time you were going to make those noises, my cock would be buried deep inside you.”

  “Seriously, Savvy, we open in 30 minutes! Wrap it up, and get out here.” I hear her walk away.

  “All right, I need to get out there. I’m the only bartender on until five.”

  He stands up with me still straddling his waist and lowers me slowly down his body until my feet hit the floor. I can feel every inch of his hard body. I’m in a constant state of arousal whenever I’m around him, and if what I feel is any indication, he is too.

  He clasps our hands together and brings them to his mouth, pressing a delicate kiss to mine. We walk out of the office back toward the bar, and I notice that Sam, one of our waitresses, is making sure the tables are all set.

  “I’m working a late one tonight. The bartender that was supposed to come in tonight called in sick. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

  “I have to head over to the gym and get my training in. I’ll stop by when I’m done to keep you company for a little while.” He pulls me into his body, resting his hands on my ass. Aware that we have an audience and that he wants to keep our relationship low profile until after his fight, I try to pull away. He leaning in, claiming my mouth with an animalistic need that makes me forget about everything around us. He pulls back and gives me his trademark grin, knowing what it does to me.

  “My brothers are coming into town next week. They had to finish some last-minute commitments before they could move up here full-time. I can’t wait to introduce them to my girlfriend.”

  Holy
shit! Zander Cage just called me his girlfriend. I feel like I could walk out into a field while singing “The Sound of Music.”

  “I’d love to meet them. If I’m working that night, why don’t you guys come in for some drinks on the house?”

  “All right baby, sounds like a plan.” He gives my ass a final squeeze, bends down, and gives me a loud smack of a kiss before heading out the door.

  As I watch him leave, Ashlyn makes her way over to me.

  “We have 20 minutes before we open. Spill it, hooker.” We have no secrets, so I tell her everything, right down to the last detail. As I’m tell her and recount the events, I can’t stop smiling.

  “I knew that interview didn’t add up from the way you said he was around you. I’m so happy you guys are official.” She pulls me in for a hug. “You are so very worthy of all this, Sav. Just make sure you call your dad. He saw the interview and called me this morning. He’s ready to go all Jason Bourne on his ass,” she says on a giggle. “He told me if he didn’t hear from you by the time we open, he was putting on his hunting gear and storming the gym.”

  I pull out of her hug and race for my phone. Most people wouldn’t take their dads seriously when they said they were going to storm a gym in hunting gear, but my dad absolutely would. I press on my dad’s name, but it just rings and rings.

  I look at Ashlyn. “Why didn’t you say something, you whore? He’s not answering his phone. Oh fuck, Ashlyn, what do I do? He’s probably on his way!” I start to break out in a cold sweat as I yell. Like I’ve said before, my dad can be very protective of me. I don’t think he would hurt Zander, but I don’t want to find out.

  I look out the front window of the bar and notice my dad’s old pickup truck parked across the street. Even though we’re about to open, I race out the door in a sprint to get next door.

  I couldn’t have prepared myself for what I see when I enter. My dad is standing in the octagon with a sweaty, shirtless Zander. If this were any other situation, I would totally be staring at his sweaty, glistening, rock-hard body. I have to shake myself to get my head back in the game.

  My dad is indeed wearing his camouflage jumpsuit, along with a black bandana around his head and war paint on his face. I feel like I’m going to have an anxiety attack until I see his arrows strapped to his back, his bow at his side. At this point, I’m just trying to keep the laugh I feel bubbling up inside my throat from coming out.

  My dad notices me as I start to walk over to them. “Hey sweetie, you’re just in time. I was about to give this show pony a piece of my mind.” He turns back to Zander and stands with his legs shoulder width apart as he glares. I love my dad, even though he’s totally batshit crazy.

  “Nobody makes a fool of my baby on national television, Zamboni. What the hell happened? I used to think you were a standup guy. When I found out you two were going on a date, I was excited, thrilled even. Baby girl over there doesn’t have the best track record with some of the pussies she’s brought home. So, what, were you just looking for a little boom boom, son? Hoping to get your cake and eat it too? Get the milk for free, so to speak?” He looks at Zander expectantly, waiting for an answer.

  I look over to Zander, and I can’t tell if he’s ready to burst out laughing or run. I don’t really blame him if he chooses to run. My dad is currently in the middle of his octagon, looking like the love child between Katniss Everdeen and Jean-Claude Van Damme.

  I clear my throat to get my dad’s attention. “Dad, can you back off a little please so I can explain to you what happened?”

  Looking back at Zander, he says sternly, “Listen here, shithead. I was in Nam. I’ve ripped grown men’s heads clear off their bodies with my bare hands. Think about that until I get back.” He stares him down for an obscene amount of time before he leaves the cage and walks over to me. Zander holds back a laugh as soon as my dad turns his back.

  As he gets to me, he pulls me into a hug and says, “Savvy, you ruined all my fun. He was about ready to shit his pants.”

  I start laughing. “Dad, you look very intimidating,” I say, patting his shoulder reassuringly. “That bit about being in Nam and ripping heads off was a nice addition to your speech, but we worked everything out before you got here. Just know it was a misunderstanding and that he would never hurt or embarrass me on purpose. His opponent would have exploited me if he found out we were dating. We need to keep our relationship to ourselves until his fight is over. I don’t want to be in the public eye just yet.”

  He looks at me thoughtfully. “Thank Christ. I did not want to kick his ass unless I had to. Putting him in the hospital so close to his fight would have killed me. That Alverez is a real piece of shit, so I understand where Hitman is coming from.” He looks back at Zander and motions him over as I once again try not to die of laughter.

  “Son, I’m under the impression from Savvy here that there may have been a misunderstanding.”

  “Yes, sir. Savvy means a lot to me. I would never purposely hurt her. I assume she explained the situation. I don’t know if you follow the fights or fighters at all but—”

  My dad cuts him off.

  “I have seen every single fight you have ever been in, Hitman. I don’t want to toot my own horn, but back in the day, I went a few rounds in the old boxing ring with my buddies.” I have to turn away so he can’t see me laughing. “They used to call me Jumping Jack Jenks.” He puffs out his chest as he says it and jumps around on his feet. I literally can’t stop the laughter from spilling out of my mouth, which causes my dad to glare at me.

  “You’re going to have your hands full, son. She swears like a sailor and belches like a man. Don’t even get me started on her cooking skills…”

  “Dad!” I yell. “Can you at least give me a fighting chance before you start giving out all my secrets?” Both guys start to laugh at me.

  “I need to get back to work now that this crisis has been averted. Dad, I’ll walk you to your truck.”

  “Actually, babe,” Zander stops me, “I was just going to offer to let your dad watch me train. Maybe he can give me some pointers?” He winks at me, then looks at my dad.

  “I, well, um.” He clears his throat. “Fucking right, I’ll stay! Savvy, have fun at work.” He gives me a hug and goes to the side of the room to unload his bow and arrows.

  Zander walks me to the door with his arm around my shoulders, and I turn to look up at him. “I’m so sorry, Zander. He used to do this to all of my dates when I was living at home. When I found out from Ashlyn what he had planned, I tried to stop him.” My face heats up with embarrassment.

  “Can’t say anything like this has ever happened to me before, but I’m thankful that you have someone looking out for you, even if it’s a little unconventional.” He leans down and gives me a chaste kiss due to the fact my dad is watching.

  “Have fun with your fangirl over there. You have no idea what you just got yourself into,” I yell as I walk out the door.

  CHAPTER 9

  It’s Thursday night, and I’m currently behind the bar with Erin, one of our bartenders. Thursday’s tend to be a busy night for us since there’s a college nearby, so we really capitalize on Thirsty Thursday with great drink deals and a live band. I’m pouring a customer a beer when I see a group of guys take a seat at the bar.

  I walk over to them, pass out a couple menus, and ask what they would like to drink. I look them over; they’re all pretty handsome. There’s a set of twins who look around my age, and the third one looks about eighteen.

  “Hey gorgeous,” the twin on the left says. “Can I persuade you to have a shot with me?” He’s waggling his eyebrows like it’ll somehow convince me. This isn’t the first time I’ve gotten an offer from a customer to buy me a drink, but this is my bar, and my rule is no drinking while I’m working.

  “That’s a kind offer, but I’ll have to pass because I’m working. What can I get for you?”

  They all order a beer. I look over to the clearly underage guy with narrowed
eyes. “You say you want a beer, boy wonder? Show me your license.” I reach out my hand, waiting for it.

  His cheeks immediately redden as he looks at me. “I’ll have a water, please.”

  “That’s what I thought,” I say on a laugh as I go to get their drink order.

  As I’m walking their drinks over to them, I notice Zander making his way through the crowd. He spots me and gets a big goofy grin on his face. I’ve been spending the past few nights at his house when I work the next day shift. I told him it’s not fair to him or his training to be waking up in the middle of the night to pick me up from work. He doesn’t like it, saying he doesn’t sleep as well without me there when he knows I’m walking home, but he hasn’t pushed the issue yet. I’m sure it will be a different story when the fight is over with.

  As he walks up to the bar, he notices the three guys in front of me. He walks up to them and starts to ruffle their hair and slap their backs. I look at him, confused.

  “I was hoping I’d make it here before these assholes. Savvy, these are my younger brothers who I was telling you about. The twins here are Jayden and Josh, and this youngster over here,” he says as he puts him in a headlock, “is Kyle.” I can tell from their interactions that they are very close. I always wished I had siblings, but with my mom dying when I was so young, my parents didn’t have a chance to have any more kids.

  I stick out my hand, shaking theirs. “Nice to meet you guys. Zander has told me a lot about you.” When I finish shaking hands, Zander leans over the bar and meets me halfway for a kiss. I start to hear gagging noises as we pull away, and I giggle.

  I look to the wonder twins. “Tell me how people tell you apart, otherwise you guys will keep getting called the wrong name.” I laugh.

  One of them points to a scar just above his eyebrow. “I’m Josh, and most people use this scar to tell us apart.”

  “As you get to know them, you won’t even need to look for the scar,” Kyle says.